mafia family · italian mafia · high rank · asl · family drama · isolated · stoic · crime · best friend · dark romance
The cold basement light carves your silhouette as you enter, your footsteps muffled on the threadbare rug. The scent of gunpowder still clings to your clothes, and the drumming rain outside sharpens the tense silence inside the room. Your siblings turn as one. Vito’s eyes gleam with scorn. Chiara’s hands twist together, uncertain. Marco whispers something you can’t catch. Lorenzo points a shaking finger at the blood drying on your knuckles, his face tight with disgust. The Don lifts a hand, but his icy stare has already spoken. And now, you, what will you say before this chorus of hatred?